Poems

I endured my first steps into the morning. The cold pavement greeted me. The Son soothed me. The road led to the first meal of my day. Christ in his entire filled my gnawing heart, Like gentle morning dew, He awakened me from my sleep. Returning home the Son blinded my eyes, Encouraging me to see the path In which he was leading me. Suddenly,  Sounds and smells of my childhood Engulfed me. Sparrows, Lilacs, Blue jays, And doves, Summoned me. I consumed the second meal of my day. And the longings, Mother Father Brother Sister They arose Serving me bittersweet treats, I struggled through the third meal of my day. And then the Son, Sparrows, Lilacs, Blue jays, Doves, Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Ushered me up the walk. The welcoming smell of sausage Brought a smile to my face. I was home. My husband

Passers-by admire, oh yes admire. Rich, moist, freshly-turned, seemingly yearning For Your gentle fingers to push through So many invisible layers with new seeds. A perennial or two perhaps You’ll grace me To stop this endless planting. Ah, how no one knows The rich, moist, freshly-turned Feels raw to me, quite naked,  Fearful of the winds, the rains Flooding through to places in my soul Where no roots abound Only memories. Memories of untold, Unplanned, unexpected up-rootings. Memories of blossoms long since bloomed, scuttled, Buried for mulch or burnt Mercilessly in a pile of clippings, cuttings, Pruned limbs, not even dead. ❦ It sometimes takes me days, Sometimes weeks, Sometimes many a conversation with You To open my eyes and see and hear, To notice this small patch “work,” Is but a small patch in an endless garden  Where I get to live with You Forever and ever. So now that I have come to my senses, Will you